Molasses-dream
The fighting blood,
and the power
of broken bones mending.
Flip the unknowing cause of famine
and feed on faith like a summer’s feast
of fruits and nuts accepted as a birthright.
Change is incremental, even the change
of death takes time to incorporate into
the nervous system, slowly inching into reality,
sometimes healing in its wake, always scarring.
Bedrooms are emptied, new homes are formed
with the hope of comfort and forever.
Prophecy has landed on my roof, digging under
the shingles to nest and brood.
I accept the brisk cold. I accept a soft landing.
Love never gives up
and that’s the most important part of love
I have ever understood.
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Copyright © by Allison Grayhurst 2025
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First published in “Winamop” December 2025
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Published in “Raven Cage Zine” December 2025
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